Dear happiness:

Are you out there somewhere?

I've been looking for you for a long time. I having been searching for you my entire life. And as of today, I still haven't been able to find you. I know you're there. I know you exist. I've talked to people who have said you exist. I've talked to friends who have met you. I've talked to family who know you personally. I've talked to co-workers that have lived with you. I've met others who have personal knowledge of you. But sadly, I don't have any of that. I don't know who you are. I don't know what you are. I've never seen what you look like. And I know nothing about you.

There are times when I question whether you really exist or not. I've heard your name mentioned for years. I've heard so many talks about how amazing you are, how great you are, how incredible it is to have you in their life, but have existed for as many years as I have and never having seen you, heard you, encountered you, or really gotten to know you, I don't want to destroy the hype or let them down, but I question whether or not you really exist. I told a friend of mine the other day that I think you're like the big cloud in the sky. A hype that nobody has seen. I compare you to the Abominable Snowman or to Godzilla. People have heard of them but nobody has ever seen them. I've heard and read stories about the Bermuda Triangle and how it really exists but yet nobody has gone there and come back. And it makes me wonder if it's all a fake.

Maybe you're the same. Maybe you aren't real. Maybe nobody has really seen you but they want to feel special, they want to make everyone believe that you exist, and they want everyone to think they are special and have actually met you.

Happiness, I'd like to ask a question that you may take offense to. But I"m going to ask it anyway. Do you really exist? Are you really? Or are you a figment of everyone's imagination? Do you really have an existence in this world? Or is the hype just that - It's not real. And it's something made up that people want to believe in?

Years ago, a friend of mine compared happiness to God. He said that you can't smell it, see it, hear it, taste it, touch it or confirm that it's real. And he said that's why he doesn't believe in God. Because he can't prove that God is real. Now I'm different. I believe in God and I have faith in Him. I do because without God, the trees couldn't exist. The clouds wouldn't be in the sky. The birds couldn't fly. And the people wouldn't be walking around today. Now on the other hand, happiness has nothing to prove. It doesn't make people. It doesn't make babies. It doesn't put the birds in the sky or the clouds above my head. So it makes me question if happiness is really true.

I've wanted to ask this question for years and it's about that time. After a lot of years without seeing you, hearing you, feeling you, tasting you or touching you, I question if you are really real. After years of struggles, years of heartache and pain, years of broken relationships, and years of nothing but pain, I question if you are really out there. I'd like to meet you one day. I"d like to get to know you one day. I'd like to know who you are. I'd love to know what you look like.

Happiness, can you answer me a question. Are you real? Are you out there? And can you introduce yourself to me one day? I'd appreciate it. And I'd love to know you.

Sincerely,

Me.